Dragging Virginia Woolf’s Body Out of the Ouse detail by Christy Sanford
“Dragging Virginia Woolf’s Body Out of the Ouse (detail),” by Christy Sanford ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Christy Sheffield Sanford Artist Statement: Christy Sheffield Sanford, born in Atlanta, now lives in Northeast Florida. She has won a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship in Poetry. She holds a masters degree in Creative Writing and Interarts...
Elegy to a Woman Writer, A Friend by Barbara Rockman
“Elegy to a Woman Writer, A Friend” by Barbara Rockman Walking, I think about luck, death and spring . . . Do two black cats crossing in front of a black clad walker cancel bad luck? Does the crimson yarrow delete the blue egg’s gluey smear? Does one daughter’s peace shadow or highlight her sister’s grief? My friend died this...
Writing the Dress by Barbara Rockman
“Writing the Dress” by Barbara Rockman “I have written up and down my sleeves,” she cried. “It begins at my wrist, saddens at the elbow, but the upper arm is where rain lifts and,” she sang out from the far end of the hall, “At the shoulder, birds flock from the island, the lighthouse lit to make wings whiten and silver. Across the collar, she and the birds and the drove of bleating...
The Beginner by Janet Fitch
“The Beginner” by Janet Fitch She pulled her chair up to the table and sat. She piled her chips by her elbow. She played Noir. She played Rouge. She put a stack on 9 and lost. The table was hot. The table went cold. She anted. She passed. She called. She held pairs. She lay down with a flourish a grand royal flush. She played games she didn’t know the rules for, where things shook and jingled and smacked down...
How will you begin? by Barbara Rockman
“How will you begin?” by Barbara Rockman ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Barbara Rockman Artist Statement: Barbara Rockman teaches poetry at Santa Fe Community College and in private workshops in Santa Fe, New Mexico. She is workshop director for Wingspan Poetry Project offering classes for women who are victims of domestic violence. Her poems...
Art is my taste for freedom. I drown day and day until I pick up my paintbrush once again. So, somehow, I can tell myself that you’re not stuck in this room and that the canvas is the key.
Nina Salvadoré
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Seabed or ocean floor? What is the difference?
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This time, there is no setting our art aside. This time, there is no setting our art asunder. This is our time.
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seabed or ocean floor Sep 26, 2025
